I can’t even

I will

cross your path

before you do,

that too horizontally

like

the ominous cat

and curse your day

and

your life

and

all your actions,

and your vision to see.

i will carry my

weird

colourful

dreaded

flamboyant

paralyzing fashion

and body.

O’ disturbed

you disturbed

will only be interested in knowing

the genitals i might have,

i will slam my

pink rainbow coloured

bag in your face,

of course metaphorically,

and i will

sit

and not smoke

or do drugs

but will wait

to kill myself

a thousand times

 of which,

i a cat,

can only survive

nine

under a

forever blue sky.

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